73 Had no humor, not even drollery so common in small dogs. He was cool as an old volcano with snow in its throat, now for the first time in eruption & not enough shaken with earthquake shocks & pouring forth fire # & so the Lord loving us both we got back to camp. He was indeed a fellow creature a little boy in distress in guise of a dog Not sour of countenance but preternaturally solemn. # Never cat-like with the small game he killed, without yelp or growl did the job with official decorum like dull boy [as if] doing his chores Even in eating when hungry he seemed to be only solemnly doing his duty in a dull world. Indian dogs hunt with grave deliberation & persistency Shanks smooth & nimble enough but almost unnoticeably short though not...